Hey i think my worship has been paid off. About a year ago i was given a catalog of all cute boys (mostly) and girls who are single. There was short and Genie like descriptions of themselves. And I chose to write this one mushroom guy who could be the best man of Charlie Brown if he were in the affair of having wedding. As you might guess if he is a cook. Yes, Correct he is. And because he had a picture of himself when he was a lad abot 5 years old, which resemble a picture of a young girl and i decided i was her on my school ID. Anyway this man, Charlie Brown's bro stopped me by calling my name and asking if i remember him. NO. But i felt like i was in the show, 'who wants to be a millionaire'. Having been eyed me to say an agreement, he clumsily unfolded the scheme of him and his friends going swimming and asked me once more if i want to join them. Not having any etcetra etcetra clues that cook and CB's bestman was him and I am friends with his friends who are studying us from the car he got out. Later that evening he told me his friendstold him I am that maniac who once wrote the letter and I was the only maniac who even engaged in that single issue. Anyway that night was crazy; lies, phone calls, pools, S&M photos and stranger's invitation and greasy popcorn and tootless face, and puke and DJ.
